I must fit into this system
My way of life: routine
Greed and lust are my only passions

A pent up killing machine

I can feel the rush, I crave it so

You can run but there's nowhere you can go
I need to feel the blood run down my face
Oh god, I love the thrill

The art of the kill

Past the point of $$#istance

I'm far too gone for regret
My nightly bloodlust floods my days
I'm over consumed by it

I need to make you suffer
I long to hear you scream
This sweet sadistic power trip

A god-like feeling

Cry, my little child

In my hands I hold you life
You say you don't wanna die
It gets me off everytime

Slowly slipping further
Psychosexual exploitation, then murder
Infatuated with my inner exploration


I like to dissect girls
Did you know I'm utterly insane?

Oh well, never mind
To my place for an axe to the face
Oh god I love the thrill

The art of the kill

Past the point of $$#istance

I'm far too gone for regret
My nightly bloodlust floods my days
I'm over consumed by it

I need to make you suffer
I long to hear you scream
This sweet sadistic power trip

A god-like feeling

Cry, my little child

In my hands I hold you life
You say you don't wanna die
And it gets me off everytime


How long can the madness continue?
I'm dull and full of worry

Narcissism made a master of me
Stop sounding so sad jean
I just had to go on a killing spree


Past the point of $$#istance
I'm far too gone for regret

My nightly bloodlust floods my days
I'm over consumed by it
I need to make you suffer

I long to hear you scream
This sweet sadistic power trip
A god-like feeling


There are no barriers to cross
Gain no knowledge of myself

No more barriers to cross
Gain no knowledge of myself
Knowledge of myself

Knowledge of my self